Just imagine!!! This blog you’re reading has no end and you have to keep reading it to no end…….. You keep scrolling to infinity and reading to infinity…….. Regardless of how good or bad the blog is, you would naturally expect an end, a climax, a conclusion with a point to carry forward!!!
Now, is immortality a desire of humanity or a curse? Is it really a blessing to live forever? Let us take an example of a plastic bag as a character. Once a plastic bag had a hope like a fool, that he would meet his Creator again. And if he did, he wanted to tell him just one thing: “I wish you had created me so that I could die.” Eternity is a curse if you have no meaning.
The worst fate possible might well be immortality. Sure, you might like the idea that you get to live forever and see what the world’s like hundreds of years from now, but what’s eternal life compared to the pain of life in general? Isn’t it funny how humans want immortality, but those who have it don’t want to live forever?(just like this plastic bag) It turns out it’s a blessing and a curse. Every man wants to connect his life with something he thinks eternal and that is why all worlds’ religions talk about immortality in deep sense. We believe in them, thinking that we will be living to eternity or rise from the death and live a life of eternity. Everything passes, everything perishes, and everything palls. People are hungry for stories. It’s part of our very being. Storytelling is a form of history, of immortality, too. It goes from one generation to another.
There is no death. People die only when we forget them, Fr. David (a priest at Holy Ghost Church, Bangalore) explained shortly at a funeral mass. ‘If you can remember people, they will be with you always.’ The life given us, by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal. If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live after he’s died, then maybe he was a great man. Immortality is the only true success.
Dalai Lama said, ‘Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.’ What is it all about sharing knowledge? Art is simply wonderful. I can’t think of anyone who, to some degree, doesn’t agree. I’ve always been fascinated by the ways in which art affects individuals, and cultures at large. Whether it is music, film, novel, poetry or play, there’s something truly captivating about art’s ability to reach deeply into our souls. Experience and art are inseparable words–in that art evokes a response. Sharing your experiences is all about sharing knowledge. There; you are an artist. Being an artist, I believe, is way to achieve immortality. Imagine why such people like Buddha, Jesus and Mohammad are still remembered till this day with ever great reverence? To become truly immortal, a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken, it will enter the realms of childhood visions and dreams.
The average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever. But we should remember that what we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal. Art is an immortal statement of the mortal. All art is immortal. And artists, the influence of each human being on others in this life are a kind of immortality. Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind, which are delivered down from generation to generation as presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn. Painting is possessed of divine power and so does photography, for not only does it make the absent present, but also makes the dead almost alive. Trash comes and goes, but great art endures.
Men are mortal, but ideas are immortal. Feed the body food and drink, it will survive today. Feed the soul art and music, it will live forever. Art is man’s distinctly human way of fighting death. Every artist wants his work to be permanent. But what is? Immortality is a by-product of good work. One of the proud joys of an artist is to feel within himself the power to immortalize at will anything he chooses to immortalize. Insignificant though he may be, he is conscious of possessing a creative divinity Write it, paint it, sculpt it, quilt it, collage it, set it to music, blog it, somehow, in some way, sometimes against great odds, we will tell our tale and leave behind traces of our existence. Each of us is a library uniquely structured, no two alike. We artists have been blessed with a gift to express our experiences for generations to come. Our art tells our story, our growth and of our trying times. The greatest use of life is to spend it for something that will outlast it. Long after our monuments of brick and stone, vitriol, plastic and concrete have vanished, our words, our art, our legends and our myths will remain as a legacy. There is only one way to get ready for immortality, and that is to love this life and live it as bravely and faithfully and cheerfully as we can. Since it is not granted to us to live long, let us transmit to posterity some memorial that we have at least lived. Let us live in their hearts and minds and let us make their lives beautiful and world a better place to live.
Courstesy : This writing is inspiration from the following song of the film Uttama Villain
A very powerful versus penned by Mr.Kamal Hassan. (https://www.facebook.com/iKamalHaasan/). It wonderfully describes the essence of death.
சாகாவரம் போல் சோகம் உண்டோ? கேளாய் மன்னா! தீரா கதையை கேட்பாருண்டோ? கேளாய் மன்னா!
(Is there a tragedy like that of having the gift of immortality? Hear Me out of King!
Is there anyone who would be willing to listen to a never ending story? Hear Me out of King!)
கணியர் கணித்த கணக்குபடி நாம் காணுமுலகிது வட்டப்பந்தாம்! வட்டப்பந்தை வட்டமடிக்கும் மற்றப்ப்பந்தும் போகும் மாண்டே!
According the calculations of the oracles (mathematicians/scholars), this world that we see is a spherical ball!
The other spherical balls that revolve around our’s, will perish (eventually)!
(there was a notion that the earth was the centre of the universe- Geocentric model)
மாளா ஒளியாம் ஞாயிறும் கூட மற்றோர் யுகத்தில் போகும் கரிந்தே! கரிந்து எரிந்தும் வெடித்த பின்னும் உதிக்கும் குழம்பில் உயிர்கள் முளைக்கும்!
Even the sun which is the source of perpetual light, will burn out in another millennia,
However, even after it chars, exhausts and explodes, life will germinate from the ensuing debris.
முளைத்து முறிந்தும் துளிர்க்கும் வாழை தன் மரணுத்துள்ளே வைத்தது விதையை, கேளாய் மன்னா! விதைத்திடும் உன் மெய் போல் உயிரை உயிர்த்து விளங்கும் என் கவிதை விளங்கும்!
Even after its lifetime, A plantain always sprouts back! since it embedded the seed of life in its death! Hear me out, Oh King!
Sow a life just like yourself (which imbibes your principles and truths), it will live to speak (your legacy), you will then understand my poem!
விளங்கி துலங்கிடும் வம்சம் வாழ, வாழும் நாளில் கடமை செய்ய, செய்யுள் போல் ஒரு காதல் வேண்டும்
for the future generations to live well and be prosperous, and to perform our duties during our lifetimes,
we need love that is like succinct (but powerful) poetry!
வேண்டியதெல்லாம் வாய்த்த ஒருவன் சாவையும் வேண்டி செத்த கதைகள் ஆயிரம் உண்டு கேளாய் மன்னா
there are thousands of folklore where even those who succeeded in achieving everything that they ever desired,
prayed for death!
Hear me, Oh king!